Page 48 of Before We Burn

My part is done here. He doesn’t need me anymore. I try to get up, but he still has a firm grasp on my hips. His heavy breath brushes against my bare shoulders, the red water the only reminder that he fed from me. I take this moment to lick my wrist, using my saliva to stop the bleeding.

“You know,” Everett starts, his eyes distant as his thoughts travel down a path I don’t know how to handle. “Since I met you, my life has been chaos. Everything I thought I knew turned out to be lies. Do you know how long I’ve been searching for answers? Then you pop up, and I subconsciously decide I will follow you into the darkness. I’ll allow you to bring me around vampires and risk Benny’s life while we’re at it. I was just drunk out of my mind, sitting in this bathtub thinking about you. Thinking about touching you. Kissing you. I hoped that when I got sober, the thoughts of you would fade away. But here I am. Sober. My thoughts are still trailing to the space where I take you to my bed and show you those things you’ve seen in my mind. I want to make them happen in real life.”

I’m as still as a mouse, unsure if I should cross that line. We just agreed to not kill each other, and now I want to see just what he can make happen. I shake my head. The alcohol may not be affecting him anymore, but he is still in a highly emotional state.

“Everett. You hated me four hours ago.” The words sound sad leaving my lips.

“I never hated you. Not when I stepped in front of that dart and not when you didn’t say thank you. I’ve only ever been conflicted on what it is I wanted out of this life, and I’ve determined it would be better with you in it. Stay with me. Please.”

He drags me closer to him. His grip is tight, and my core is pressed firmly against his hard length. I could break his hold and his hands if I wanted to, but it’s been so long since I’ve been touched. Since I’ve been treated with care.

“Everett, you’re probably high off the blood. The potency after I fed must have been too much. You’re just experiencing euphoria.”

“No, no.” He shakes his head and sits up straighter, his chest now pressed against mine as his hands grip my ass tightly to thrust me forward. “I stepped in front of a UV dart to save you. All I had to do was lay eyes on you, Marz.”

We sit there in silence for a moment too long. That moment gives me enough time to go over the pros and cons of doing this. Everett is fine—a truly beautiful human with strong arms and a handsome face with beautiful deep brown skin—but it is his intensity. It’s like he has his own gravitational pull when he wants to.

He inches closer to me, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes until they fall to my chest. I sigh at the soft press of his smooth lips on my collarbones, then my neck. Somehow his lips make it to my ear and he gently bites it, causing me to shiver. He leaves small, gentle kisses on my jaw line until he reaches my lips.

“Say you’ll stay.” His lips brush against mine, and my breath leaves me in a shudder.

“Monsters come to life at night, you know.” I whisper it like the walls are listening. He smiles and kisses the corner of my mouth.

“Great thing I’m not afraid of the dark.” He smashes his lips against mine, and my arms instantly wrap around his neck, pulling him into an air-tight kiss. I feel his hard length push at my entrance through my shorts, and I want it more than I ever have in my life.

We pull away for a moment, both shocked and breathless, and I wipe my lips as he smiles. When I look at Everett again, I want to take a chapter out of Constantine’s book. I want to see more of that. There is a hunger I want to explore. I push forward, grabbing his head and pulling him closer to me. I dive back in for another kiss, this time grinding onto his dick beneath me.

He groans as he sits forward, his strong hands pressing against my lower back just above my ass. Everett stands confidently, my legs wrapped around him as water pours from our bodies.

His hands trail up my back until he finds the top of my shirt and rips it down the middle with ease. He then moves to my shorts, repeating the motion, leaving me in nothing but my black lace thong and the scraps of cloth held between us.

I put my legs down, the ripped fabric falling to the floor to expose myself to him completely. I smirk as he takes me in, his imagination running through the scenarios of just how nasty he wants to get.

I watch him carefully, a hunger brewing the longer I allow him to stare. His thick length is on proud display—as it should be. My core throbs, and I feel wetness pool between my legs. I want to see just what Everett plans to do. I want to see if this pull really means something.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He sounds desperate. “So fucking perfect.” He steps to me quickly, pushing me against the wall while his hand slides into my panties. He finds my bundle of nerves and moves his thumb in circles. I can’t come apart just yet, but I want to.

“I want to see you fall apart, over and over again. Do you understand?” His voice is deep and sensual. If he talked like that all time, I don’t think I would ever be able to be around him.

“I understand.” My voice doesn’t sound like my own. It’s soft, vulnerable, submissive. All the things I never thought I would be.

He looks at me as the circles he’s drawing on my clit slow, his attention never leaving my face, even when I can’t hold it together. I come hard, and my arousal floods my panties. A sound of approval emanates from Everett, and I nearly beg him to do it again.

Our mouths collide again; I can’t risk saying something stupid right now and ruining the moment. He walks us to his bedroom and lays me on the bed gently. He trails intimate kisses down my neck and my breasts until his lips lock around my nipple, causing my breath to hitch.

I’m soaked—so turned on in every way possible. I need him inside me. I push myself up, positioning myself on my knees, and reach down to grip his length, moving my hand up and down his shaft. He’s large and thick, and the tension in my core builds further over the anticipation of what he will feel like.

“You want my dick?” he asks with ferocity, his hand gripping one of my breasts hard before moving to my neck. He grasps me there gently, applying just enough pressure on each side to make my eyes roll.

I don’t mean to, but I find myself in his mind, sensing his arousal, feeling his want and need. It’s like a flow of energy from me to him, then from him to me.

Everett kisses me as he grips my neck, his body tense with pleasure. “You love the way I feel in your hands, don’t you baby?” he breathes out, lowering his head in an attempt to kiss me.

“Mmm,” I hum while I bend forward, and he straightens to watch me as I lick the head of his dick, tasting the first drops of his cum.

A chill wracks his body, and I feel just how wet I’ve become. He sits down next to me, pulling me on top of him. He pulls my panties to the side, and before I realize it, he’s sliding into me. I moan out gently, my head falling back and my body turning to mush. He bottoms out, my entire body ready to explode with the sensation of him filling me.

I move slowly, our breaths catching at the same time his hands grip both of my ass cheeks. He guides me, dragging me back and forth, up and down, against him. Both of us moan in pleasure as Everett’s mouth finds my breasts again, gently nipping me until I’m about to combust.